A memorial volume of sacred poetry by the late Sir John Bowring. To which is prefixed, a memoir of the author, by Lady Bowring |
Hymn.
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A memorial volume of sacred poetry | ||
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Hymn.
[Have ye never heard His voice?]
“But ye have not his Word abiding in you.”
Have ye never heard His voice?
Have ye never seen His form?
Heard Him in the thunder's noise—
Seen Him in the lightning storm?
Have ye never seen His form?
Heard Him in the thunder's noise—
Seen Him in the lightning storm?
When He rides upon the cloud,
When He journeys with the sun,
Speaks among the billows loud—
Saw ye not the Almighty One?
When He journeys with the sun,
Speaks among the billows loud—
Saw ye not the Almighty One?
When the earthquake tears the ground,
When the whirlwind shakes the air—
Marked ye not His presence round?
Tracked ye not His footsteps there?
When the whirlwind shakes the air—
Marked ye not His presence round?
Tracked ye not His footsteps there?
Vainly would ye try to find
God below—or God above—
If the spirit of your mind
Be not tuned to peace and love.
God below—or God above—
If the spirit of your mind
Be not tuned to peace and love.
Earth and heaven are filled with God,
Everywhere He deigns to dwell;
Humble hearts His own abode—
His beloved receptacle.
Everywhere He deigns to dwell;
Humble hearts His own abode—
His beloved receptacle.
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